Houston:*walks inside*
Dallas:Welcome back
Houston:H-hey
Dallas:Whats up?
Houston:Nothing!
Dallas:You su- *notices cut on Houston's leg*
Houston:...
Dallas:*looks at Wolf in the couch*
Wolf:*watching TV*
Dallas:Few...so you have a...line...on your leg
Houston:Yeah...
Dallas:Does it...not feel comfortable
Houston:It's fine
Dallas:*looks back at Wolf*
Wolf:*hasn't moved*
Dallas:Ok we are good
Clover:*walks in* Christ Houston how did you get that cut?*
Dallas+Houston:...*slowly turning around*
Wolf:*standing right behind them with white flames all over him* Who...and what caused this...
Clover:Ah...I understand now...
Dallas:God dammit...
Houston:*nervous squeaks*
*A few minutes later the gang managed to restrain Wolf...at the cost of a couple square miles of earth*